Higgy
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- Jul 21, 2014
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Garbage in - garbage out: an old saying, which was first coined back in time when the world was just beginning to understand computers and how a computer deals with data. Our human brains are a lot like this. So many of us are victims to media. I'm not speaking of social media particularly, but electronic media in general. Fact is, I'm addicted.
Yes, I'm addicted, and I am realizing it more and more lately. The insidious way that it affects my life is only now coming into stark relief, especially after I went on a "Media Diet," when Missy and I were in Myrtle Beach last week.
We went to Myrtle, and I was more worried about forgetting my phone charger than I was to forget my toothbrush. I lay on the hotel bed at night texting and surfing this forum and others while the TV was on. We couldn't go anywhere without our GPS, and our phones to look up restaurant reviews and such. I'm starting to get annoyed that I am dependent upon this stuff now. I'm so addicted. Are there any 12-steps for people like me?
Where is the spontaneity of life now? Where is the excitement of taking a wrong turn and seeing something new because of it? I think electronic media is sucking the joy out of our existence. Is life better with it? How pure is your emotions and feelings with it versus without it? Even though we were on holiday and took a lappy with us, I still felt media-deprived. I needed the input! I felt weird and out of sorts without it. After a few days, I was longing to be home in front of the keyboard that I am pecking furiously away at right now.
I can't do anything without the cyber world inside my head. It adulterates everything I do, and I don't like it. When I was a child I grew up living an electronics-free existence. We didn't have electronic games or anything like that. The first time I saw Pong I was 15, but we were still using slide rules in physics and chemistry class.
When I was around 12 or so, my favorite thing to do was to take my fishing pole and my boy scout backpack and go into the woods for a few days all by myself. My great-grandmother gave me a small, old cast iron pan, and I would tie that to my pack with a piece of rawhide. With a piece of salt pork wrapped in wax paper, and my pan I could catch little trouts and cook them up for supper. We never thought of giardia or anything like that. If you saw fresh water and you were thirsty, you drank it. I ate wild berries and trout and panfish and loved it. I was Tom Sawyer. I was Daniel Boone.
My mother took a serious dislike to my excursions. Dad was the one who said (to her) that I needed to do it, "to be a man." That was his way of approving my actions; he did similar things when he was a kid. Mom was pretty antsy about not knowing where her boy was. She really was upset when I took off once and forgot to tell her. The police and game warden were called. They found me by a brook, fishing, and I was taken home. I got a pretty good beating for that one.
I'm rambling now, but the point I want to make is that life is not necessarily better with all this data input now. We forget things easier. We cant sleep as well. Simple joys are harder to obtain, or perhaps have changed/adapted to wrap around our electronics-saturated existence. We can't focus for any length of time. We are all suffering from a form of ADHD driven by the sheer input of information to our brains. Life was easier back then. I felt things more vividly. I'd love to get back there, but outside of owning a DeLorian equipped with a Flux Capacitor, I'm coming up short on how to do it. There may be a way however...
This morning I did a little Google-ing, and came up with this. Digitally Engineered Disease: the content of discontent | ecoHolos: One, Health, Whole, Healing It struck a chord. I may have to take a "media fast" as they call it.
Thanks for reading my morning musings, and by all means... DISCUSS!
Yes, I'm addicted, and I am realizing it more and more lately. The insidious way that it affects my life is only now coming into stark relief, especially after I went on a "Media Diet," when Missy and I were in Myrtle Beach last week.
We went to Myrtle, and I was more worried about forgetting my phone charger than I was to forget my toothbrush. I lay on the hotel bed at night texting and surfing this forum and others while the TV was on. We couldn't go anywhere without our GPS, and our phones to look up restaurant reviews and such. I'm starting to get annoyed that I am dependent upon this stuff now. I'm so addicted. Are there any 12-steps for people like me?
Where is the spontaneity of life now? Where is the excitement of taking a wrong turn and seeing something new because of it? I think electronic media is sucking the joy out of our existence. Is life better with it? How pure is your emotions and feelings with it versus without it? Even though we were on holiday and took a lappy with us, I still felt media-deprived. I needed the input! I felt weird and out of sorts without it. After a few days, I was longing to be home in front of the keyboard that I am pecking furiously away at right now.
I can't do anything without the cyber world inside my head. It adulterates everything I do, and I don't like it. When I was a child I grew up living an electronics-free existence. We didn't have electronic games or anything like that. The first time I saw Pong I was 15, but we were still using slide rules in physics and chemistry class.
When I was around 12 or so, my favorite thing to do was to take my fishing pole and my boy scout backpack and go into the woods for a few days all by myself. My great-grandmother gave me a small, old cast iron pan, and I would tie that to my pack with a piece of rawhide. With a piece of salt pork wrapped in wax paper, and my pan I could catch little trouts and cook them up for supper. We never thought of giardia or anything like that. If you saw fresh water and you were thirsty, you drank it. I ate wild berries and trout and panfish and loved it. I was Tom Sawyer. I was Daniel Boone.
My mother took a serious dislike to my excursions. Dad was the one who said (to her) that I needed to do it, "to be a man." That was his way of approving my actions; he did similar things when he was a kid. Mom was pretty antsy about not knowing where her boy was. She really was upset when I took off once and forgot to tell her. The police and game warden were called. They found me by a brook, fishing, and I was taken home. I got a pretty good beating for that one.
I'm rambling now, but the point I want to make is that life is not necessarily better with all this data input now. We forget things easier. We cant sleep as well. Simple joys are harder to obtain, or perhaps have changed/adapted to wrap around our electronics-saturated existence. We can't focus for any length of time. We are all suffering from a form of ADHD driven by the sheer input of information to our brains. Life was easier back then. I felt things more vividly. I'd love to get back there, but outside of owning a DeLorian equipped with a Flux Capacitor, I'm coming up short on how to do it. There may be a way however...
This morning I did a little Google-ing, and came up with this. Digitally Engineered Disease: the content of discontent | ecoHolos: One, Health, Whole, Healing It struck a chord. I may have to take a "media fast" as they call it.
Thanks for reading my morning musings, and by all means... DISCUSS!